Poem a Day 11 6: Ode to My FUPA

So I found out last week that I have a new body part.  Well, it’s not exactly new, it’s just that no one ever mentioned to me that I have a FUPA.  And let me just pause a moment and be grateful to each and every one of you for that fact.  Thank you.

So across my FB feed, comes the information that no only do I have a FUPA (Fat Upper Public Area), but that I should be doing something to get rid of it.  WELL!

Here’s my answer: (Note: no pictures of FUPAs will be added to this post.  You’re welcome).

Ode to My FUPA

You’ve been here all along, unnoticed and unnamed.

But now noticed, instead of welcoming joy,

they are reducing you to acronyms

like you are some thing separate from myself.

 

Cosmo has an article

Describing what exercises to do and food to eat

Explaining how to get rid of you,

as if I could take you off

like you were a shirt,

instead of something under my skin.

 

But you ARE a part of me,

and thus worthy of love.

Not some

thing

to get rid of

at all.

 

You are mine.

You are me.

You are loved.

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